I have been living here in the dark with the illumine essence of the power that is enforcing the colours on these planets. I have been alone, seeking for a place to burn through my core senses, the senses that are only accounted to form an abyss of understanding pain of the fire that enlightens the ideal pattern of the day. The fire is self-made and after burning for years with the divine light, I have forgotten that my essence call onto me.
I can reach the planets near me, I see the life forming through my sight on the damp surfaces of their reality. They call me the source of life and I accept that claim of flourishing the power of creation to the elements of life. But maybe, I am lost now, in the admiration and the worship, I have lost the sense of understanding my real frame of existence.
I am Rigel, I am the son of light, but with my age, I have lost to recon a simple flare. They call me the star of life, but I can’t find anything apart from this darkness and I am lost.
Irony hold my creation in a blunder of my lost essence, they sense a light in me, but over the million years that I have lived, my elaborate space of understanding has disappeared.
I am half a billion year old, and I cannot understand the space I am put in right now.
I have seen my kind go into a blend of colours that takes time to reach my eye, I want to give away my lost sense into me when I am gone.
I wonder if I will ever be a super nova, brighter than my darkness that surrounds brightness in its core, I wonder if I will bend the space into halves, enable time to pass by through me and escape the darkness and limits of my sons and daughters.
All I can say is that, this darkness came to me to realize the velours of a super nova, the one who defined my creation. I will blow out to another dimension and the world will dissipate into fragments of time from the blast of light.
I appreciate this awakening of understanding that I am lost.
I will seek in this darkness to understand my true light.